But what to knit next?
The wildlife nests are packed up and will be shipped off today. This leaves me with only one last lingering project to work on: the Cheron socks, which are nearly done. I have turned the heel on the second sock, and I’m about 1/3rd of the way up the leg.
I’m not in a mood to knit anything complicated, or to have to make a lot of decisions. Honestly I’m thinking about knitting another afghan. My Rambling Rows is just about twelve inches too short, when I try to take a nap on the couch, I end up arranging it over myself diagonally.
Then again, afghans require so many decisions up front. Colors and pattern and such.
I may just crank out a Baktus scarf with some yarn from my stash. I have two lovely skeins of Dream in Color Smooshy that a friend gave me: one in chocolate, and one in a pink grapefruit sort of color.
I’m about halfway through the second season of Voyager. What I like about it is exactly what a lot of fans disliked about it: it’s more character-driven than plot-driven. In every episode there’s at least one moment where the entire plot pivots based on a character’s emotional baggage. I love that about it.
One of the (very few) gripes I had with Next Generation is that everyone always seemed to get along so well. The ship had a full-time counselor on board, but why? For the most part, no one was ever sad or upset, no one ever yelled at someone else just because they were in a pissy mood, there was never any bickering between crewmates, no unrequited crushes or petty jealousies.
It was like the most marvelous fantasy of workplace life, and so deliriously unlike the way humans actually, you know, are.